Red Heart Survey

There are pagodas like forests, all of which are suspended in the air.

The shock brought by this scene cannot be felt without seeing it firsthand.

And the majestic main temple, suspended in the air purely by its own material, with no end in sight, subverted Jiang Wang's perception of temples. There is such a building in the world?

It is worthy of being the Eastern Holy Land of the Buddhist Sect, a place where countless Buddhist disciples recite day and night.

Jiang Wang flew back and forth in the pagoda forest, heading straight for the Hanging Main Temple.

On the left is the old monk Kujue, and on the right is the monk Jingli, resembling two Dharma protectors. One left and one right, the "protection" is very strict.

"Two masters." Jiang Wang thought for a while and said: "Your temple is very spacious, you don't have to get so close."

"What nonsense!" the old monk Kujue reprimanded: "You are still young, and you don't know that people in the world are sinister. This temple is also full of demons, the pond is deep, and there are more bastards. Those bald donkeys are all rotten! We, master and apprentice It is precisely to unite as one, advance hand in hand, work together, clean up the source, wipe out the unhealthy trends, carry forward the Xuankong Temple, and when you become the abbot of the teacher in the future, you will be the next abbot."

"Master." Monk Jingli heard something wrong: "What about me?"

"Uh..." Only then did Kujue remember that the last time he painted cakes, he had already promised Jingli the position of the next abbot, so he changed his words and said, "You should be older and more sensible. As a senior brother, you should let him go." Junior brother. Jing Shen is the next abbot, and you are the next deputy abbot."

Monk Jingli didn't really care that the abbot was robbed by his younger brother, and he was willing to let his younger brother. He just scratched his bald head: "But we don't have a deputy abbot in Xuankong Temple."

"Jingli, why did you become so rigid?" The old monk Kujue criticized: "We monks must know how to be flexible. We have already left our family, and you still abide by those rules. Then why did you become a monk? Deputy abbot This position didn’t exist before, and it doesn’t mean it won’t exist in the future.”

"Master is right." Jing Li clasped his hands together, deeply inspired: "It's my disciple who made a picture."

The two chatted back and forth like this, Jiang Wang was in the middle, not knowing what to say at all.

It's not like a conversation that a sane person could have.

Among other things, coveting the position of the abbot, but also "clearing the original source" and reforming the temple system... Should such a big matter be discussed in a place where no one is around?

Jiang Wang had a headache.

The bitter old monk was extremely stubborn and full of nonsense. But no matter what he said, the little monk Jingli firmly believed in it, and he was really a pair of master and student made in heaven.

Jiang Wang became more and more determined to stay at a respectful distance. How could he join this pair of masters and apprentices who fit so well together?

Fortunately, his flying speed was not slow, and he finally landed in front of the main temple of Xuankong Temple before Kujue Jingli master and apprentice started the next topic.

To his surprise, the abbot of Xuankong Temple, Master Kuming, was waiting in front of the temple.

It was a fat monk with drooping white eyebrows and a sad face.

As soon as I saw him, I felt a sense of impermanence, and I was worried.

He had never seen him before, but as soon as he saw him, he knew that this person was undoubtedly the abbot of Xuankong Temple, Master Kuming.

Jiang Wangdao had a very firm heart, so of course he would not be moved by this little worry, and he took the initiative to say: "Abbot Zhang Lao welcomes you, Jiang Wang is really terrified."

The fat monk smiled, but when he smiled, he was more worried and miserable than if he didn't smile: "It's okay. Just now, the benefactor Jiang said outside the mountain gate that this visit was entrusted by Master Guanyan?"

"exactly."

Master Ku Ming nodded: "There is indeed the name of Guan Yan in the jade certificate of my temple. He was lost in the secret world five hundred years ago and has never been heard from. Presumably the benefactor also met in the secret world?"

"Yes." Jiang Wang said: "I was lucky enough to meet Master Guanyan in the secret realm of the Seven Star Building of the Dazetian Clan. He..."

"Wait." The old monk Kujue next to him grabbed him: "We haven't talked about the benefits yet, what are you in a hurry to say?"

Master Kuming looked at the yellow-faced old monk, a little dumbfounded.

At this moment, behind Ku Ming, a black-clothed monk with a stern face said, "Ku Jue, you can mess around with anything."

"Heh." Ku Jue sneered unceremoniously: "Ku Di, you are only the head of Guanshiyuan, and you also come to teach me?"

The three major courtyards of Xuankong Temple are Jianglong courtyard, Nianhua courtyard, and Guanshi courtyard, and they are not divided into high and low. The first of the three courtyards, its status in the temple is only below that of the abbot.

But in Kujue's mouth, it became "mere"... It was as if he had already become the abbot.

Ordinary people really can't see that Master Kujue doesn't even have a job in Xuankong Temple.

"I'll let you avoid stoma karma!" Monk Kudi was obviously a serious person, he couldn't understand his disobedience, and said coldly, "Just now on the road, what nonsense did you talk?"

Suffering and cleansing rituals utter nonsense about the position of abbot, if you really want to pursue it, you can still pursue it.

But Kujue didn't look guilty at all, instead he flew into a rage: "Well, you black rabbit with long ears and no hair, you eavesdropped on me again!"

Among all the monks present, he was the only one dressed in black, and his voice trembled with anger: "You dare to speak nonsense, but you dare not let people hear it?!"

"Hmph! I advise you to do less heartless things." Kujue old monk said righteously: "Buddhism's supreme supernatural powers are not for you to steal chickens and dogs!"

Ku Di was so angry that his voice was high-pitched: "Who is sneaking around?"

"Oh." Sneered sneering with bitterness in his chest: "On the evening of July 9, 3814 in the Dao calendar, you didn't have evening class. Where is the person? You secretly ate their reed chicken, and now you want to admit it? no way!"

"You!" Ku Di's chest bulged, as if it was about to explode.

Jiang Wang was stunned when he heard it.

July 3814 in the Dao calendar... Good guy, let me tell you what happened more than a hundred years ago.

Master Misfortune's face was so bitter that it seemed as if water was dripping from it.

That chicken back then was indeed stolen by Kudi. But all of them steal food, and among them, Kujue eats the most! But now I feel bitter that I am righteous alone, as if I have nothing to do with him.

None of the abbots present here, the chief seat, could stand up and say that it was what everyone ate together back then.

After all, it was a violation of the precepts, so many disciples were watching!

In the silence of the audience, Kujue has already pursued the victory: "You chicken thief, a bald donkey in the corner, really damages the reputation of my Xuankong Temple! I think you are no longer suitable for the first seat of the Guanshiyuan." .”

"Senior brother in charge." He turned to look at Master Kuming sincerely: "I will take up this responsibility for the time being. Senior brother, don't worry, I don't feel like someone who loves power and position, not like the suffering people. Dominating the first seat is reluctant to move my ass. When I find a virtuous person, I will immediately step down!"

Everyone knows that once he really becomes the head of Guanshiyuan, that "virtuous person" will probably never be found in his entire life...

Bitter disease beside him flew into a rage. Ku Ming specifically persuaded him, so this time he kept silent and didn't express his opinion at all. He didn't expect that this would also be affected, and he suffered disaster without any reason.

Immediately roared: "Why am I reluctant to move my butt? Jianglong Academy is the guardian of the Dao, and the first one who has always been able to fight. If you can beat me, come here!"

He is thin and thin, but his voice is extremely loud, like Hong Zhong.

Shocked the listener secretly startled.

But Kujue looked like a normal person, and even plucked his ears, facing Master Kuming: "Senior brother, look at it, look at it. You will fight with me every now and then. My hanging temple, a sacred place of Buddhism, has been reduced to a brave fight!" Cruel place. What kind of words is this?"

He shook his head and regretted his wrists, mixed with grief and indignation: "The patriarchs have gone through a long journey to create this foundation. You must not have imagined that the monks of the younger generation will be so disappointing, right? My heart hurts!"